It is newleaf, and the clan's lands are flourishing. The sun has been out and about, keeping everything warm, and at the same time there are frequent rains. Not so many as to create a flood, but enough to keep the plants lush and the prey plentiful.

-Blink- No, as long as the first and last letter is correct - that's so that people can actually understand what you're writing. Trust me, in REAL advanced-advanced plots/roleplays, the spelling has to be approximately 95% right.

And, if you type so fast your computer can't register, either start typing slower or after typing a post, proof-read it! Check it to make sure it's as perfect as possible. Or just delete after a mistake and replace.

--randomly falls out of the sky-- Hello, m'friends. Mind if I join in here? Whatever, I'm joining in anyway

--reads through older posts-- High five to all who are eleven! --holds up hand-- Cause I am too!

Going to type something with my eyes closed:

The wind was harsh on the camp. Trees rustled in the strong breeze-- scratch that, not 'breeze: so much as "storm".Twistedpaw poked his head out of hte medicine den. Seeing the weather, the little nose disappeared back into the den. "Skyfern!" he called to his mentor. "We can't go and collect herbs today. The weather's too bad." He sighed and rifled through ttheir herbs. the supply of alder leaves was pitifully low, and the marigold leaves were down to three.

'Twas the night before Christmas, and it was a dark and stormy night. The trees rustled ominously, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring. Anybody beholding the scene would have quickly fled; not even the bravest creature would have stayed.

And inside the dark window of the huge mansion in the massive town in the brobdingnagian country in the [variation of 'big'] continent in the... *gasps for breath* You get the idea. In the dark window of the huge mansion of the et cetera et cetera, a light clicked on. Illuminated in the somewhat ghostly, eerie light, was...

A dark, shadowy figure, seeming large and fierce in the dim light - this mysterious character was hidden perfectly in the darkness, that was threatening to overwhelm and consume all light .. gone with it all hope, like a chilly wind snuffing out a candle that had held all your heart's hopes and desires.

It glanced outside the sea-blue tinted window, emerald-green creeper plants that were tinged with blackness crawling on the sides of the paneled glass. The golden tabby jumped, his gold, amber-green flecked eyes widening as he drew closer to a pretty silver she-cat, similarly shocked, surprised and, above all, frightened.

"What will become of us now, Rose?" the golden tabby muttered, drawing the curtains closed and pressing himself against Rose.

"We will live on our own," Rose told him calmly, though trembling with fright. "I'm sure we will mourn for our Upwalker, but he is dead and we have to live on our own. Do not worry, Smoke, we shall survive."

They settled into a deep, restless sleep, and while they were sleeping, in the dead of the night, the house was disturbed by a creaking noise...

*Blinks at jaw-dropping* O-kay. Well, I'll see if I can find the book. ^^ Thanks for the suggestion~ And, well, yeah, my brother, who's going to college this year, has a good book collection, and I read them a lot - which is why I run out of books to read sooo easily since I'm a fast reader. *Sigh*

They settled into a deep, restless sleep, and while they were sleeping, in the dead of the night, the house was disturbed by a creaking noise...

Once again the blurry, pitch-black figure appeared, it's glowing ice-blue eyes piercing the darkness - it seemed to move forward, but then again, it was just as likely for your eyes to be playing spiteful tricks on your overtired mind ...right?

Smoke groaned and woke up from his fitful sleep, disturbed for some strange reason. Beside him, Rose stirred, her weariness showing clearly on her silver face. The golden tabby's usually lion-like features were a lot less braver now, his long, majestic tail twitching with fear.

Letting out a tiny, almost indecipherable whimper, Smoke pawed at the ground, trying to calm himself with pondering the question that'd always haunted him - 'Why had his parents chosen the name Smoke?' Jack and Poppy themselves had died in a terrible fire, leading to his phobia of fire.

Looking down mournfully, the sunny tom had almost forgotten his fright - before he glanced at the house again, his gaze once again caught on the figure.

"Perfect. Just like a fish caught on a silver hook - although made entirely out of fear-inducing mist, of course." A maniac voice whispered, amusement clear in it's tone, a breathy kind of voice, drifting out in the strange night, seeing as the moon was covered by clouds...

Background info to add some depth and continue the story more: - Smoke is a pedigree kitty-pet- Rose is a 'wild-cat'/ex-clan cat; who ran away with Smoke due to, quite obviously, their love- Rose is pregnant. - One of the kits may be stillborn D:

"Perfect. Just like a fish caught on a silver hook - although made entirely out of fear-inducing mist, of course." A maniac voice whispered, amusement clear in it's tone, a breathy kind of voice, drifting out in the strange night, seeing as the moon was covered by clouds...

Rose stared out of the window. "StarClan is angry," she whispered hoarsely. The moon was nowhere to be seen. "They have covered the moon!"

Besides her, Smoke couldn't resist snorting contemptuously. "StarClan? So you still believe in those dead warriors?"

Rose glared at her mate. As a Clan cat, she had been Clan leader ((sorry, but drama shall be inevitable ^^)), and had spoken to the spirits of StarClan herself. Although they had been devastated when she had decided to leave RiverClan for Smoke, she knew they existed and continued to believe in them. She flicked Smoke on the ear lightly with her long tail. "They are real," she told him simply. "I have never stopped believing that."

Smoke opened his jaws to speak, but hastily shut them when a strange smell drifted in from the other room.

Rose scented the air and she stiffened. "Smoke," she whispered.

Smoke glanced at her. "What is it?"

"Smoke!" the silver she-cat persisted, and her mate looked up. Smoke drifted in from the room next to them, and there was a foul smell. The golden tabby leaped up, eyes wide in fright. "R-- Rose," he stammered. "We have to get out of here now. Somebody has set the house on fire!"